Summoned Slaughterer

The first tri-congressional talks proceeded in a way that largely ignored Vichy.

One, two, three were basically just listening, and what they were talking about were largely Imeraria and Sprungel, like Rosie reluctantly giving opinions when Imeraria waved with care at times.

As a result, Orson Grande and Holland were transported to enter into a direct trade treaty after paying some compensation, which would also include a military exchange of information through 123.

Against Vichy, Holland will continue to interact as before, but the exclusive distribution of magic equipment has virtually disappeared. The Orson Grande requested payment of compensation and “cooperation for peace", and Imeraria requested a message to the Central Committee.

"What exactly is cooperation for peace…"

Initially, he was breathing when he would wrap up the negotiations with Orson Grande on his own, but Rosie, who had completely dropped her shoulders at the end of the talks, spun horrific words of confirmation on the vague request.

Imeralia smiles a strange way and returns it to Rosie in flat language.

"We believe that our country is fully the responsibility of the Central Committee for this war. And we believe that Vichy herself, who inspired the untouchable, was responsible for the unnecessarily increased sacrifice and consequently the near-collapse."

So far, Imeraria glances at one, two, three. The person who should not be touched gave the face that it was irrelevant to yawn while knowing what was being seen.

Imeralia exhaled small.

"I formally seek compensation for the divided former Vichy area, including the Central Committee, but I am asking you to think for yourself more than that. I ask you not to try to use me and my country to recover our own failures. Simply put, it's unpleasant."

Before we get into our own country's problems, let's think about what we should do, and then we'll talk again, Immelalia said clearly.

Sprungel felt such a preference for her and had a tender gaze on her.

"You're right about the new queen. Think in your own country. If you rely on someone, you'll naturally need that kind of gratuity."

Having completely lost his position, Rosie was easily kicked out of the meeting room when discussions began to pack the contents of the treaty.

Looking completely depressed, no one noticed that one, two, three gaze was following Rosie, who also greeted her exit room to the door there. Sometimes the mouth is laughing.

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Rosie couldn't follow one of the guides as she headed to the refrain room where the escort waited. I can't take it favorably because I trust you. Rosie received that she was a good opponent to leave alone and that she was being treated lightly by Orson Grande herself, and that was actually the way it was treated.

Shut up and tell Tobotobo and Rosie, there was someone to speak to.

"Excuse me, but aren't you an apostle from Vichy?

"Oh, you're right, but what about you?

To a middle-aged man who had suddenly spoken to him, Rosie asked his name in the open.

"My name is Leonard, Viscount of Orson Grande. Looks like you're alone, but what's wrong with directing our country?

To Leonard's question, Rosie just looked at him without answering.

"Are you telling me that you are not even guided to come as a representative of the country? This is my country's, no, princess's lapse! Say you're still young. Oh, my God, I've been replaced by a princess, and I apologize for the disrespect. Let me offer you something."

After an exaggerated gesture and an unpleasant apology, Rosie suspected that she was being ridiculed.

"No, you can go back alone. Thank you for your concern."

"No, I won't hesitate.... Something seems pale, but is there something wrong?

I almost got my tongue pounded by accident, Rosie, but I felt good about it.

"You were badly hit by Her Royal Highness in an earlier meeting. When I went back to my home country, I thought it was heavy."

I don't mean to be sarcastic, but the way I said it made me feel a little mean, but it doesn't matter, Rosie reopened.

"That's... So if we were to have a pipe with the Orson Grande aristocracy, wouldn't we stand somewhat in the face of the Apostle as well?

"... what are you saying?

"It means that there are a few aristocrats who are frowning at the princess's selfish behavior. If you don't mind, let's change places and talk."

frigid, Rosie thought. Observing them again, although they do wear aristocratic, tailored clothes, they have a middle-aged, somewhat unparalleled atmosphere in which they mistake thin laughter for smiles.

But if you think the other way around, if you come close with the intention of using it, you switch your mind that something might help. Even if he returns home like this, he will be held accountable for his poor negotiations with Orson Grande, and it is visible that he will be flown to a remote location.

"Now let's go to the room where we are using it. I would also like to say hello to those who accompany me."

"Well, if you think about the future, you'll need to meet me face-to-face. Well, let's come."

Rosie described the nobleman's smile as frigid, but she didn't realize she looked the same.

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"Viscount Leonard makes contact with Vichy's envoy. We headed to the waiting room where the escorts were waiting. It could be some kind of negotiation."

Knight captain Rotomago, who received a report in the office, only nodded without showing any particular reaction.

The knight who sees it continues to report.

"A report from Deputy Weyer Kingsguard said that the messenger, Rosie, could be murdered from his entourage.... As a Kingsguard Knights, I meant to keep an eye on the progress... I wonder if this would overlook the crime in the castle. Even though it's not mainstream, it could involve the nobility of our country, the Knights go out here..."

"Bar Zephon"

Rotomago held down the knight, who began to speak with excitement, by calling his name.

"I hear the report. But I'm not going to ask for a personal look. It's up to the Kingsguard and the Imeralia to decide what's going on in the castle."

"But..."

"Return to duty. It is good that you reported what you saw by chance. But our original mission is to keep our eyes open outside the castle until tomorrow's crowning ceremony is over."

"... Got it"

Barzephone leaves reluctantly. But only for a moment did Rotomago realize that his eyes were turned on him because he conceived hatred.

Even to Vayer, who came in to replace him, that gaze turned to him, but Vayer, who received it on his back, did not notice.

"We're out of time, Captain Rotomago... Is Barrzephon doing well at his new location"

"You know him."

Rotomago, who urged him to sit in the chair, told the samurai to have some tea.

"Of course it is. Formerly the same Second Knights. Because enlistment is near.... Was there something about him?

"No, I was just wondering. Weren't you watching Vichy's people?

"We're taking turns in some time. You won't have human concentration for hours, and if you sit still in the dark and narrow, you'll be disoriented."

Vayer laughed and gratefully received the samurai offering her tea. The smiled samurai gently returned to the corner of the room.

"So, there's been some movement on Vichy's envoy."

"Oh. Viscount Leonard came into contact with Rosie, who was kicked out of the talks. Looks like they're all in Vichy's waiting room you were watching earlier."

"Has it moved? That was faster than I thought."

"What, did you know"

I apologized to Rotomago, who exhaled boringly, and Vayer apologized.

"We are grasping to the point where the princely remnants, starting with Viscount Leonard, are plotting to make a connection with Vichy. … but as a result of this meeting, Vichy and I have been able to deliver a message, and there will be nothing we can do."

He was a vayer drinking tea in an atmosphere he could afford, but Rotomago remembered Barzephone's eyes earlier and felt something unpleasant.

When Vayer thanked him for his tea, he didn't know when the disturbance would occur, so he kept watching, after Rotomago's office.

Rotomago, who had been thinking alone for a while, cleaned up the paperwork in front of him, then stood up again and went somewhere.

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Looking down from the balcony of the castle, the square, which is usually used as a place for some tourists and local residents to relax in front of the castle, is closed down by ordinary people, with several soldiers travelling fast, while checking for any suspicious people.

People who sometimes try to pass through, such as vendors who come to deliver to the castle, were more closely inspected than usual at a more remote location from the castle, but everyone is honestly inspected with a "no choice" face.

When I looked at the city from that square, there were more stores out there than usual, and for not being able to enter the square, it seemed that the city's population density was increasing.

Sitting on the balcony railing with an agua, one, two, and three look at the people's livelihood without expression.

I'm watching, but I'm not conscious.

In the middle of routine meditation, thoughts remind me of the people I've killed so far, slowly biting their end and expressing gratitude in my heart.

I had a feeling he would kill some more people in the castle tomorrow at or before the crowning ceremony. Nature and smile come to mind.

How happy I am as one in the way of the martial arts. It has proven that the technology that has killed so many people and honed them is real. And I guess I'll be killing a lot of people again. When I think of it, my mind becomes calm and my tenderness spreads to my chest, like a surface of water where I don't see a single ripple.

Two, one, two, three looked up and looked west.

Beyond the town, at the end of the horizon, which looks sumptuous, is an area of the wilderness inhabited by the Beasts previously heard from Subnak, who say that there are also elves in the adjacent forests.

Plus at the end of the wilderness, they have a country where people live.

I heard the Beasts are strong.

What way to fight?

Do you use weapons, nails or fangs, or do you have people who can fly?

"I made up my mind. Let's go to the wilderness after the crowning ceremony."

Buy lots of food, throw it into dark magic storage, and drive your horse alone. You can leave the territory to Kym and the others. Let's stop by the territory and let Pulfras make another weapon and take it.

I felt like I was looking forward to a picnic.

"One, two, three."

It was Alyssa who came out on the balcony.

He shines his ice-blue eyes on his red collar and laughs joyfully.

"That sounds kind of fun. Did something good happen?

"Is that a good thing? It's been a good thing since I've been in this world. We're going to have fun."

"It is."

Alyssa jumped up hyeoy and sat next to one, two, three.

"The king of Holland said he was leaving after the crowning ceremony. Then I'll go back to Focalo."

"Right."

"Do you have anything to do when you get home?

He asks me with the same anxiety as confirming your help, but this is still a meeting between the lord and the military chief. We both think that's a good idea.

"Right. There will be strong demons around Focarol in a while, so you'll need to be prepared for that. I'm going to Phocarol once, so I'll tell you locally."

"Yeah. Mr. Origa, how are you?"

"Well, you'll be fine. Sooner or later you'll be back in Focalol, so you should listen to a lot of things when you get back."

Because human and beast opponents are different on their own, the Origa story they've been through will be a reference for the military, says one, two, three.

Alyssa nodded honestly, hoping she'd be back soon, she laughed.

"One, two, three, go back to your territory and do your lord's work, right? Mr. Filinion, they're getting married, so I can't work for you anymore."

"The management of the territory is just a decoration of the top if the staff raises it all the way. I'm gonna go find something funny."

"The funny thing Mr. One, Twenty-Three says..."

Alyssa smiled at her mouth and made a difficult face.

I'm not willing to criticize one, two, three preferences from the front, and I appreciate being helped by that, but I don't want to kill for one, two, three as aggressively as Origa did.

"Well, first we have to enjoy what happens now. I hope you're stuck with Sabnak. You might have an interesting experience."

"Okay. Speak up when you return to Focalol. I don't want to leave you."

Alyssa jumped off the railing quickly and ran away.

"Well, I guess I'll get some sleep while I'm at it"

One, two, three gently disappeared into the castle, taking the confectionery bread out of storage and twirling it with a shadow.